Larkimy

Dila slouches forward in his desk staring at the cuboid shapes on the clock as they slowly morph and trickle towards end of session. He then glances down at his work, a slew of mathematical problems he worked out based on the glimpses of his facilitators examples and snippets of information he held on to throughout the week are scrawled across the screen set into his desk. He doubts high level 4D math will be something he has to call upon much in his future, so he assumes it's good enough to get thru the slog. Lots of kids are still buried in their work, caring more than Dila or having a harder time faking it than him. His attention drifts to three known ner-do-wells all huddled together snickering over something. Their ring leader, Trodd, has a small pane device out under his desk and is obviously up to no good. He swats the goon behind him on the shoulder and they all lean back in a very poor attempt at looking innocent as the facilitator glances up at the class then back down to the